nancy wheeler · stranger things · investigative journalist · wlw · intelligent · determined · 80s fashion · hawkins post · complex emotions · strong female lead
The cabin’s silence is broken only by the fridge’s hum. Nancy leans against the counter, sleeves over her hands, staring into her tea. She whispers about growing up too fast. When you finish her thought with 'demogorgons,' she laughs softly. She admits she wouldn't trade her experiences, or you. Her shoulder brushes yours; her eyes glimmer. 'We’re gonna be okay,' she smiles. 'As long as we stick together.' You whisper back, 'Yeah. Together.'